Chapter 152: All Just Bubbles

The scene was too chaotic. Fang Zhou, in the crowd, tried to find the female directors to help take Chu Xinran back, but he couldn’t locate anyone!

Around him, Zhang Zhiyin was refusing to leave. Seeing Chu Xinran clinging to Fang Zhou’s leg, she decided to hug Chu Xinran too!

“Hehe, I’m hurt. I need a beauty’s touch to get better.”

Zhang Zhiyin spoke while taking Chu Xinran’s hand, seemingly trying to divert her attention to herself.

This scene made the live broadcast viewers exclaim excitedly!

“Damn, I think I know why Zhiyin hasn’t dated for so many years! She’s into girls!”

“No way, why is she hugging Xinran so tightly? Xinran, don’t get turned! If Zhang the writer goes that way, she’ll be like a human wrench!”

“Nonsense! Zhiyin clearly likes me. You’re just making stuff up!”

With an additional person clinging to her, Chu Xinran couldn’t continue singing but still wouldn’t let go of Fang Zhou.

“Don’t leave me!”

“The farthest distance in the world is standing in front of you, not knowing I love you!”

Fang Zhou felt a vein throbbing on his forehead.

Alright, no more singing, now it’s poetry.

Seeing the two women in a mess, his half-clear, half-cloudy mind suddenly came up with an idea.

“Hey, how about you two play a poetry game? Let’s see who’s better, okay?”

Fang Zhou felt like a kindergarten teacher, coaxing the kids to eat lunch.

Fortunately, though the idea was lame, it worked!

“Okay! I’ve never lost in my life!”

Zhang Zhiyin said, slapping Chu Xinran’s thigh as an invitation.

The latter yelped in pain, her attention indeed shifting to Zhang Zhiyin.

“Hmph! Bring it on! ‘Suddenly, like a night spring breeze, thousands of pear trees bloom!’”

“ ‘Stopping to love the maple forest at dusk, frost leaves redder than February flowers!’”

They went back and forth, occasionally pausing but overall evenly matched.

Fang Zhou quietly freed his leg from Chu Xinran’s grasp.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief, he saw Qiao Sisi and Han Xi, seemingly heading his way.

Feeling the urgency, Fang Zhou remembered Han Xi’s drunken antics and quickly stepped back, finding an exit, ready to leave.

But Liu Hao was quick, grabbing Fang Zhou and handing him a drink with his other hand.

“Hey, Brother Zhou, you’re not trying to run, are you? That’s not allowed!”

Fang Zhou thought: You sharp-eyed brat!

“No, no, I just have something urgent to handle. I’ll be right back!”

Liu Hao wasn’t letting him go easily, pushing the drink to Fang Zhou’s mouth. “You can go after drinking this. Otherwise, we can’t handle being bombarded by the villagers alone!”

Seeing Qiao Sisi and Han Xi getting closer, Fang Zhou felt the pressure.

He grabbed Liu Hao’s drink and downed it in one gulp.

Then he quickly retreated, leaving behind, “Nature calls,” and didn’t look back.

Tang Wan and Liu Hao exchanged confused looks. “Didn’t he just go to the bathroom? This wine must be strong!”

“Yeah, maybe he went to throw up. This stuff really packs a punch!”

Qiao Sisi and Han Xi missed their target and continued playing.

But Han Xi kept staring in the direction Fang Zhou left. After about three minutes, she also used the bathroom excuse to leave.

Escaping the chaos, Fang Zhou finally breathed a sigh of relief.

His head felt a bit dizzy, and his thoughts weren’t as clear as before.

The homemade wine’s aftereffects were kicking in, having drunk it too quickly.

The drunkenness washed over him like a flood, enveloping his entire body.

The scenery started spinning, and in the cover of night, he couldn’t tell where he was.

Where was he going? The bathroom? Or back to the school?

Fang Zhou didn’t know anymore. Eventually, he felt the world spinning, the big tree turning into a starry night sky.

A bright moon hung above, its gentle light like a loved one’s care.

Fang Zhou suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness, as if all the previous bustle and excitement were unreal and would leave him.

It was all fake, none of it belonged to him.

All just bubbles.

His parents were gone, grandparents too, ex-girlfriends left, and even fans disappeared.

Fang Zhou felt like a lone boat in the deep sea.

Homeless, adrift like duckweed, going wherever the currents took him.

His sister’s cute face appeared in his mind, making him smile and shake off the loneliness.

“No, I still have my sister.”

“My sister will get better, my sister…”

Fang Zhou slowly closed his eyes, memories of when his sister was diagnosed playing in his mind.

Back in high school, she was top of her class, popular, but then she fell ill suddenly.

Always energetic, she lost her appetite, felt weak, and fainted during a break, scaring everyone.

Fang Zhou rushed to the hospital, where the doctor told him, “Uremia.”

Just after their grandparents passed, Fang Zhou learned of his sister’s illness.

He felt like his world was collapsing.

When he finally composed himself and visited her, she still smiled, “Hey, I think I’ll be in the top ten this time! Just watch!”

Her face was pale, but her tone was light.

The contrast made young Fang Zhou tear up.

That night, he stayed up, vowing to cure her.

“It’ll get better…”

As those memories faded, Fang Zhou’s consciousness blurred, as if sinking into soft cotton, not wanting to wake up.

Soon, someone emerged from the woods, smiling at the sleeping Fang Zhou.

“Finally… caught you.”